Satoru held a beautiful necklace in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he admired the intricate design. His smile grew wider by the second, hinting at a secret he was about to reveal.

"Come on, put it on," he urged, his voice filled with playful insistence. However, despite his persuasive tone, you couldn't ignore the underlying sense of mischief in his eyes, and he knew that you were onto him.

"You know what? Fine, I'll just put it on you myself," Satoru declared before you could even respond. With swift movements, the necklace was delicately placed around your neck, and a smug grin spread across Satoru's lips. "Should've done that sooner," he playfully quipped, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

As the necklace settled around your neck, a strange sensation washed over you. It felt foreign, almost as if it was made of pure steel, and an unexplained heaviness lingered. It was becoming increasingly evident that this was no ordinary necklace.

"It's a cursed object," Satoru stated calmly, almost as if he could sense your growing unease.

Despite the unsettling revelation, you couldn't have anticipated Satoru's involvement in such a scheme. It suddenly dawned on you—the higher-ups must have played a part in this. Satoru let out a soft sigh, his fingers deftly undoing the collar of his uniform to reveal a nearly identical necklace draped around his own neck. "It was the only way they would let you roam freely. You know they're concerned about your presence here at Jujutsu High... I had to devise a plan to grant you some form of autonomy."

"Whenever your cursed energy reaches a certain threshold, I'll be alerted," Satoru explained, gesturing towards the matching necklace adorning his own neck. His hand retreated, concealing the necklace once more beneath his collar.

"Just pretend it isn't there, and you'll be fine," he added.

While it was evident that you were far from pleased about this arrangement, the realization struck that the higher-ups simply sought to keep your formidable technique concealed.